Hello this is my first time really writing a story and well bringing it out into the wider world. I have stories in my head for so long playing them out for years, when I tell people these stories they always tell me to write them. Course I always get shy and the negative thoughts of my stories being never good enough always creep up and make me freeze like a deer in headlights. So one day I decided to say screw it make a story and send it out there see what people think about it. As for this one starting at a strange point put it simply this is a branch off of a story I've made up since I was a kid, and well will be hard to get all those parts down into a readable format. So instead start us off at an end point to a start point. As for what is the larger situation of the Mortal Uprising I'll have maybe some chapters going over its history or have story time with some characters happen. So yeah welcome to me pushing myself to a point where I made something up. Enjoy. Oh and story picture by AndWhatArt on DeviantArt. Tried to find something that fit and this was the closest I got.
In times of yor there were tales of heroes fighting villains, gods fighting demons, and great victories and losses. Yet with the godwar things have changed the realms rebel against the gods led by the God Slayer, mortals raise their arms against their masters, the hells have united along with the mortals to strike against the Gods. God realms have fallen, thousands of gods slain and Billions of god born are forever lost. Now Elysium the last city of the gods is besieged only four of the seven seal citadels that protect the great city have been taken their great chains falling to the realms below. A risk must be taken to win this war on its final stages, The Council has agreed to a drastic move to try and end this war, to lose one more of the citadels to capture the God Slayer, the last of the Angelic guard were sent along with the last remnants of the Valkyries. When the inner keep was taken the angels and valkyries fell upon the God Slayer in an ambush the battle was harsh much of the guard and Valkyries fallen in battle but either through luck or divine help the God Slayer was enchained. Yet now begins the hardest stretch of their quest to break through the lines of mortal-born and hell-born to reach the gates of Elysium and bring the God Slayer before the council. This is where the tale of the Guardian begins.
A raven flew high above the battlefield, watching battle erupt below it. God-sworn clashed blades against hell-born, artillery broke lines of battle, and great constructs of god and man clashed towering above the battle lines before it. What generations ago were well-constructed battle lines had fallen to swarms of soldiers fighting with swords, spears, and guns in large clusters of anarchy. Mortals celebrated every god-sworn that had fallen, demonic machines of war churned the battlefield with their demonic weapons and claws, order was gone, even the gods of war what remained of them rushed into battle to celebrate in the dying days of order. Yet through all this chaos the Raven saw the chain of the fourth seal break and fall, yet from the gates came the last of the Angels and Valkyries, chagrin headlong into the battlelines towards Elysium. The God Slayer was behind them being dragged by divine chains protected head to toe in his infernal armor. The raven seeing this dived closer to the battle to view this charge through the lines.
Leading the charge out was Archangel Gabriel grabbing his horn he let out a loud trumpet that could be heard throughout the whole realm, the signal that the God Slayer had been captured. Behind him was his brother Michael cutting his way through the lines of mortal born that were trying to stop him, the two of them after their battle with the God Slayer were now the last of the Archangels but the loss of their brothers and sisters would not be in vain, for they had followed the Council's plan and had achieved a needed victory. Yet first they would need to get to the council. Ahead charging from Elysium's gate were the reborn Vallhalans they were to cut a passage through the outer rebellion's line to allow an easier breakthrough. Yet not all plans even those set by the Gods could be executed without a fault with a fierce war cry demonic guards fall onto the Valykires and angels Infernal blades cutting through armor and flesh, golden blood spilled upon the field of battle, yet as Micheal turn back ready to fend off the attack he locked eyes with one who was leading, and anger filled his veins. Standing above a deal Valkyrie an Infernal glaive stabbed in their back was the queen of the demonic uprising and his sister. "Lucifer." Micheal growled as he absentmindedly cut down a mortal born that tried to attack him. Garberial turned hearing his brother speak the arch traitor's name. "Brother we can't stop if we delay their forces will-" Micheal raised his sword cutting his brother off. "Take the Valkyires with you, leave the last of the angelic guard with me. We have captured one of their leaders its time to cut off the other head of this rebellion." Knowing his brother to be bullheaded he turned looking as the Vallhalans grew closer but also looking around and seeing the swarm of mortal and demon-born forces swarming their position. "Fight well brother but if the battle is lost do not risk your life, we are the last true born of The Father. I will not stand before the council as the last of our race." Micheal simply chuckled as he raised his shield the last of the angels forming around him. "Worry not brother our." With venom being spoken in each letter of this next word "Sister. will be dead and I will stand beside you before the council soon. Now go we will protect your escape." Without another word, Gabriel charged ahead again with Valykires beside him.
With Gabriel no longer around, the demonic guard surrounded Micheal and his guard the great demonic wings of the Arch Traitor Lucifer fluttering to stabilize herself and then folding behind her. Silence seemed to eclipse both sides as she raised her glavie, mortal-born and demon-born forces moved around them continuing to push on. They had their orders now, they were not to interfere in this long-awaited battle. Lucifer was the first to speak. "You should have taken our deal long ago Micheal. But now you have that choice once again, please join us to fight against the tyranny that the gods have beset on the realms. I have already slayed to many of my family I won't kill anymore." Micheal just chuckled. "Here I thought you would be frothing at the mouth to recover your little mortal toy we had captured. Yet no you spell more of your poison. Where was that speech when the God Slayer brought down our Father when he shattered Heaven's gate and burned the gilded cities to the ground? The last of the true angels stand beside me now, and I can see into the eyes of those around me that you have brought the last of the corrupted ones to your side. No, the times of talk are long over by the end of this war your head will be on a pike outside the gates of Elysium alongside the god Slayer and all those who have stood against us." Micheal raised his blade and pointed it at Lucifer. At which past her helm Lucifer could only fell the weight of pain on her eyes once more, raising her glaive and shield against Micheal. "Then let it be known I gave you a choice brother and promise to make your death swift, and hopefully you will see our truth in the next life." Micheal simply roared back. "Cease your lies and fight you traitor!" With that Micheal charged forth his holy blade digging into the infernal shield that had blocked his strike. So once more they would fight, but the raven wished not to watch the end of this battle but instead watch Gabriel and the Valkyries run towards Elysium. So with quick flaps of its wings, it flew away from the sound of blade against shield and towards the fluttering of quick angelic wings heading towards Elysium.
From atop the immense walls of Elysium arrows, spells, and great disasters fell onto the field below them, crushing and dispelling what forces would try to foolishly clash against the walls. From atop them, a Tengu guard saw the approach of Gabriel, his horn sounding once again for opening the gate. By the order of the guard ancient golems grabbed great chains and moved to open the gates of Elysium. The group swiftly and safely entered the outer walls of the great city, on their race they passed by Apsaras were doing their best to raise the spirits of god-sworn preparing to go out into battle, banshees walked the streets taking the dead to sites to be revived or used for other purposes. Furies that were waiting for Gabriel's arrival swiftly went to escort him as the Valkiryes were given time to rest and prepare for another strike. Many of te citizens of Elysium were in shock as they saw that one of the last of the Archangels dragging the God Slayer through the streets, many cheered out, and crusaders that were passing by heading out to battle had their swords and shields bashing against one another their morale higher than ever. Through the city, the rumors spread faster than Gabriel's wings as celebrations started to break out. Hope after so many generations under siege was now spreading through the people. Yet as Gabriel flew through the city he stopped as he came upon its center, a massive fountain standing higher than the buildings its waters reviving those who fought under the banner of the gods, it was made to make gods truly everlasting without needing the worship of mortals. Yet now, now it was in ruins its water no longer flowing, the great statues defaced or gone. It was a devastating loss for the side of the gods while the god Slayer's blade could permanently kill any god or being. Those killed by other means would always rise again in this spring.
With a face of anger, Gabriel dragged the God Slayer to the ruin of the springs and forced his head in the holy water. At first there was no reaction then struggling as the God Slayer tried to struggle out of drowning, all it would take would be a little more, yet he was stopped one of the Furies stopped him. "I can understand your want of vengeance, but he is to face the council." The Furie looked at the struggling form of the God Slayer and then to Gabriel. "They will be more than not allowing you to finally get revenge for all those he has slain." At the Furie's words Gabriel slowly dragged the God Slayer out of the ruined fountain, a deep intake of breath was heard from the covered head of the God Slayer, and then harsh coughs. Gabriel gave the Slayer no time to rest as once more he rushed to the Council's chamber, God-sworn guards seeing his approach quickly opened the doors to the central citadel where the council awaited him. As the final doors opened before him the raven seeing it's job was done flew past Gabriel and landed on Odin's shoulders, even with both his eyes gone he could still rely on Hugin to keep an eye on things.
Odin was the first to stand in the council chambers what few others remained stood with him. The loud bang of metal slamming against the floor was heard as before them on the floor was the God Slayer, he who has slain thousands of gods, and brought the holy council to only a few dozens of members. He who has made the gods look weak. "All went according to our plan." Odin spoke up. "The God Slayer is brought before us once more by the hands of the last of the angels." Odin looked down at his son Thor who was staring daggers at the now kneeling form of the Slayer. "As I told you, son, Gabriel was able to accomplish what you would have been unable to do so many times before. Now go and bring what is needed for the next part." Thor looked up to his father some anger behind his guys as he gripped his metal arm in anger, anger at not allowing him to. Yet he mustn't not right now, he will get his blood tithe, so without a huff Thor and his red hair walked out of the council chambers to retrieve what was needed. As the council turned their heads to the God Slayer once more, some whispered about a missing piece. Ahura is the one to speak up of it, "Where is his accursed blade that which has slain, and brought many of us to our knees." Gabriel nodded his head to the god and held out a sheathe that was wrapped in chains. The blade seemed to glow and shake in anger, now in the presence of gods it glew a bright red and shoke so violently it flew out of Gabriel's hand clattering to the floor. Many gods seeing this action recoiled in fear, but seeing as the blade had not changed many smiled and spoke down to it. Nzambi chuckled at the blade his radiance glowing brighter as his mood increased, "Angry that you can't strike out at us, to get more blood on us gods on you. Good shake in anger for your time along with your owner will be short." Many of the other Gods chuckled at that statement their fear now gone replaced with their usual bravado.
The blade on the form seemed to try to move to the hand of the God Slayer yet was stopped as Gabriel put his boot to stop it. Arawn looked down upon the God Slayer. "Remove that helmet from him, I feel in his last moments we should look upon his face and see the weakness that comes from it." At Arawn's order, a Furie grabbed the helmet and ripped it off the head, letting the long black hair that was housed in it fall to his shoulders. The face of the God Slayer looked up his face was bruised and beaten yet the Dark Green eyes of the slayer showed defiance. Seeing the gods fully now, the Slayer smiled his spilt lips going from ear to ear, then he chuckled. A deep voice with power behind it echoed through the chambers. "It has been a while since I've been in these chambers. If I recall the last time I was here I was making my case for the realms to be free from your tyranny. Before you struck me down and sent me to the hells." A deeper chuckled echoed through the chambers. "You all must regret that choice for what it has brought upon you all." Gabriel quickly struck against the face of the God Slayer knocking some blood out of his mouth. "You will speak only when the gods allow you to." Gabriel hissed out. Amun raised his hand to stop Gabriel from striking out more. "Allow the Slayer to speak it is his last moments before he is slain." The Slayer chuckled again spitting out a tooth and staring at Amun. "You don't have any weapon to do so, you slay me I return to the hells and lead the charge once more." Odin chuckled, even without his eyes he stared down on the Slayer. "We have time to look through the records of Blova the traitor that made that weapon of yours. While must of his records were missing or destroyed we had enough to make due with what we have. While we lost many to create it, we were able to make a blade similar to yours. Of course without the draw backs that yours has. Gabriel has to be rewarded after this is all done, he was the one who found these records, his anger guiding him to go further than anyone before to find these. Now, now you will be judged."
One of the inner doors to the chambers opened Thor carrying an Axe that song in magical power, in the other an upgraded copy of Mjolnir as many of the previous ones were destroyed by the slayer. He walked up to the Slayer looking down at is form, the Slayer looked up and smiled. "Hell Thor I wonder how much of you is still left from all the times I've brought you low." Thor's eyes lit with anger him raising his hammer to smash the Slayer's face in but was stopped by his father. "Thor! Cease, you are playing into his hands now hand the blade to Gaberial." Thor looked back at his father his grip on the axe tightening, after a long drawn-out moment Thor lowered his hammer and looked at the Slayer, and handed the Axe over to Gabriel, before he moved back to his spot he spat in the face of the Slayer. Now all those in the chambers knew the time had come. Justitia marched forth to the speaker platform on the council and unrolled a scroll, her voice spoke as she began. "Before you stands the God Slayer, the puppet of the hells, the traitor of mortals, here stands an enemy of many titles those given to him by enemy and ally alike. No longer will the name God Slayer be used, as before us now stands the mortal Zet Ormon whose charges against the realms and the council are endless. Yet now as this person stands before the council do they have any words to speak before being judged." Zet just smiled as he stared at the gods. "You kill me nothing will happen, Lucfier will lead the armies to your other citadels and bring them down. Even if by The Creator's great mistake you somehow turn this battle around and win. All the Realms now know you can bleed that you can be made to fear, that you can be pushed to your last stand. I might day today, but others will take up my mantle and wish for their freedom. You are all mortal now, even without my blade, my brother you can be cut down like anyone else. Now get this farce over with, you have a war to lose."
The gods stared at him, as Justitia spoke once more. "The Mortal has spoken and by the laws of the council, you are to be sentenced to death. May your body be used to put fear into the rebels, and may your soul never return. Arch Angel Gabriel by right of the council you have been chosen as executioner. May you get revenge for all those this mortal has slain." Gabriel turned towards the council and nodded he lifted his foot off the god-slaying blade, which no longer shook or glowed in anger. His footsteps echoed as he marched to the side of Zet, looking down at the axe in his hand he could feel the power course through it, the power to end any life and have them never return. He looked down at Zet who looked up to him. Even in these last moments he smiled up to him and whispered. "Make it count Gabe." Before lowering his head waiting. Gabriel raised the axe lining it up with Zet's neck, then bringing it down. Yet the gods watching did not hear the cut of a blade through flesh, nor the thump of a head hitting the ground. But the clatter and shrike of chains being broken. To the shock of all but two in those chambers, Gaberial had freed Zet. Shouts of traitor soon erupted from the room, as furies and guards rushed to cut down The God Slayer and now the Traitor Gabriel. Gabriel cut down a furie with the cursed axe their strength gone and now giving him more, he quickly looked at Zet already facing the grown and enacting their plan. "How much time do you need." Zet coughed up the divine water from the fountain of the gods its fluid splaying on the pristine floors of the council chambers. "A few seconds keep them off me." Gabriel would do just that deflecting strikes coming to Zet and striking down more of the guards before a roar was heard and Gabriel thrown aside. The axe was stolen from his grip and is now in the possession of another. As Zet looked up he saw the maddened eyes of Thor a crazed smile on his lips and an Axe ready to strike him down.
Zet needed more time, so he did what he had to. Reaching one hand out the other still making the sigil in blood and divine water his blade broke free it chains flying out of its scabbard and into his hands rising he famous blade he went to block Thor's strike and before a great flash happened the last words that he heard from Thor's lips were. "This isn't for the Council but for me. NOW DIE!" Two blades made to kill the unkillable clashed, their powers in the few micro-seconds of touching looping one another. The spell Zet had cast flowed even greater with the surge of magical power happening. Zet could feel his body being ripped apart from the power and the spell he had casted he knew the sigil would work and his plan long in its making had come to part. He could feel his body leaving this realm and his blade shattering, his thought were not how he had gotten here, but of how much of a hassle it would be to get back now. With a loud boom, all those in the chamber were thrown back as the blades exploded and the form of Zet was shot away in a flash of light, though as their bodies flew back they slowed and slowed and slowed until everyone in the council chambers had been frozen. The sigil marked by Zet glowed brighter once more and shot a beacon of light through the roof of the council chamber a dome forming from it to eclipse the whole city, people were shocked and tried to run yet as they tried to run they were all slowed and frozen in time. The fountain at the center of the city glimmered as its power fed the dome freezing the city. As the dome ended at the walls the last great city of the gods was frozen in time. No more weapons would go out to support the seals, no more fresh waves of troops to hold the lines, in one swift move, Zet and the rebellion had used the god's desperation against them for a swift victory and had made it a drastic defeat.
Those outside the walls of Elysium saw the dome form along with a streak of light breaking through the realm barrier to somewhere else, two would escape through that portal one for the intended person and another stowaway. Those sworn to the gods saw the artillery support from the great Wall of Elysium cease, the gates closed, and the forms atop of it screaming out in horror. Their morale was broken and before any could utter words of retreat the Mortal-sworn and demonic forces seeing their plan come to pass swarmed the outer lines of the god-sworn, they had been given the time and now it was time to enact the next part of the plan.
Zet had experienced many painful things in his life, being smited, flayed, stabbed, lit on fire, and many many other painful things. The one thing that always topped the list of pain was an incompleted transportation spell, which was what he was now experiencing as he was in a few dozen separate pieces in a clump speeding towards a random planet. His clumps of flesh and bone burned through the atmosphere before cratering into a forest, his arms in random positions his flesh most certainly completely gone at this point, and his internal organs. Well who really needed those anyway, as he in the most stretched out term laid there he could feel his body automatically using what was around him to heal his body. Which wasn't a good sign, if his magic was unable to naturally regrow his flesh and everything else through his internal runes. Something had gone drastically wrong. But he had fixed himself in the worst situations, and he'll fix himself in this one. Of course, things would be easier if he could see, hear, or well have any of his senses right now, but it seemed like feeling was coming back slowly. He could feel an arm being grown and from the feel of things it looked like it was using some tree roots or something barky to grow it. Using what was his only good arm in this current situation Zet began to feel around, feeling the upturned dirt of what he guessed rightly was the crater he formed crashing into this planet. Feeling around swiftly for what direction was up Zet began to crawl out of the crater.
One would think crawling out of a person's sized crater would be quite an easy job… Actually thinking about it now it most likely wouldn't be for anyone, but Zet had to keep his mind active. And that meant getting out of this crater and going from there. Where that would lead to he didn't know seeing Thor bring a weapon that might have the chance of killing him swinging at him made him have to use his time trap sigil as also an improvised transportation sigil. Well at least the plan leading up to that moment had worked, getting Gabriel to act as a loyal soldier through the whole war was one thing. But having to come up with designs to make a weaker god-slaying weapon was another of course making a fake one wouldn't work so he had to make it as close to real as possible. And in his nearly NEARLY god-sized hubris it seems he made it too close to the real thing seeing as it had caused a power loop that might have nearly killed his bro-. Zet stopped his thoughts for a moment something was not right. Tapping against the ground once again he didn't feel the dirt no this wasn't dirt as all. It was almost fluffy? Oh an animal, well that's strange and an animal would have run to a loud boom must have been something Else fluffy. Maybe a person?
Zet quickly moved his hand around the unknown fluffy object using what reach he had of one arm to feel around for a bit, he could feel whatever this was not liking him touching it as he could feel a. Growl? Oh then yes most defiantly animal or weird bi-pedal animal species. Feeling around a bit more his hand had come upon something hard, which was strange, there was no skin, no extra fluff it felt almost like… Oh, bone this was bone… Oh this animal was most likely burned and, no that made less sense to why- and now it had bit him and thrown him. Well positive news he could feel the wind going against what is his skin, bad news is pain was back on the menu. His body slammed into something barky most likely another tree so most likely in the forest he saw coming down before his eyes were melted. Reaching around Zet flung his arm around trying to ward off whatever was after him. That was before he felt something grab his one good arm and lift him up.
Well points to Zet it was a bipedal animal-like creature, oh if only he could see or hear, or even speak at this point maybe he could, and once more he was flung into another tree. Okay so diplomacy even if he was able to speak was out of the window and his newly constructed arm was most definitely broken, again. But with more feelings coming back to him through his time getting thrown into trees he could feel the tremor of whatever was attacking him come closer… Oh and even better news from the feeling of footfalls it wasn't alone. Grand! Yet again the creature picked him up by his broken arm and could feel it sniff him. He could feel its breathing going harsher most likely out of anger as he was playing dead fish, which is easy to do when you're most likely a crawling skeleton with grass and tree bark fusing to you. While the creature was most likely going to throw him away again and do Creator knows what with his bony body, Zet had made a wondrous discovery. He had two arms now! Using his now somewhat reconstructed arm Zet grabbed the face of the creature and used what magic he has left to begin a force fusing with the creature. He could feel its fur and bones start to crawl off it, its other free arm to try and pry itself free from the hold, but Zet's arm was well fused to its face now so this was only going to go one way. There was some pain in Zet's heart as he slowly took the parts of the creature from it to repair himself, maybe the thing had thoughts and feelings, or maybe something else along those lines. Well as the old saying goes no use crying over spilled milk so as bones and flesh attached themselves to Zet's body one thing did cause a slight eyebrow raise, there were no internals to the body just essence, which meant this wasn't a flesh and blood creature but a possible summoned creature.
He would need to investigate whatever creature this must be later. Though another thought did come to him, where were his damn eyes!- Oh there they were. Feeling like he hadn't blinked in forever Zet blinked his newly acquired eyes open, he couldn't feel eyelids but he was able to blink which was a positive. Though he also didn't have eyes persay instead something that was magically used as eyes. That was a side note, to a side note as he could look down upon what was left of the creature that was throwing him around, which wasn't much left a few claws on the ground slowly moving to rebuild his form. When he looked up from the claws that were now being used as toes he saw what must have been other creatures to whatever he had just fused with.
And his theory of what he just absorbed being a magical creature was proven correct. The creatures in front of him had a striking resemblance to what people would call werewolves standing tall on two hind legs, some having bones jutting off of their bodies and having their skulls seemingly just out in the open. While others seemed to have no bones at all on their outer bodies instead being jet-black fur, and red glowing eyes staring at him. Even with his magic severally depleted he could not sense any souls, or true sentience from the half of a dozen creatures in front of him. Well, Diplomacy was always a good option. "Hello there, I come in-" One of the creatures promptly roared and charged at him. Diplomacy was always a stupid option anyway.
Swiftly dodging the lunge and grabbing the back leg of the creature Zet used its momentum to swing it around and bash its inside-out skull into the skull of another one of the werewolf creatures promptly having the non-inside-out skull werewolf have their head cave in and get launched in another direction. Still gripping onto his improvised and still conscious weapon using some magic to repossess it's body parts to fortify his own he waited for another to strike. Which two did both the non-boney types lunged in a flanking maneuver which all he had to do was hop back and allow the two to collide in mid-air with a loud whimper coming from both of them as they collided. Using the still living and now trying to crawl out from his grasp weapon, Zet lifted it up and tried to bring it down on the two crumpled-up werewolves before getting sidelined and stabbed by one of the bonney ones. Loosing his grip on his improvised weapon Zet crashed into a try and tumbled to the ground. He swiftly reprimanded himself for getting caught before catching a pair of claws that were going for his head. Gripping both hands that had tried to squish his head Zet surged his mending magic onto the creature growing as he could see bone and fur move off of the shadow werewolf and onto himself. The werewolf seeing it has majorly messed up tried to break free from Zet's grip evening bitting one of its arms off in a desperate attempt but before it could free its last arm from Zet's grip, its neck was promptly snapped from the now towering shadowy form of Zet.
Zet in his new towering body looked out onto the pack that had attacked him the two non-bone werewolves were backing away, the werewolf he sapped was crawling away with only an arm and a leg left, leaving one of the werewolves with more bones on it than the rest of its pack staring at him. Zet stared back the creature eye leveled to one another measuring one another. The alpha growled reaching down to its near dead pack member before grabbing them and throwing their body at Zet. Trying to swiftly dodge on of the boney ones came out of a blindspot to strike, using his body's momentum and the creature's own Zet was able to divert the creature's strike and have it flying past him. The two non-boney ones tried to strike up the center but had their heads grabbed and smashed into one another turning both their heads into one combined body. The Alpha roared out and charged at Zet having the other boney one charge with it the non-alpha one tried to go for a quick claw strike against Zet's center mass but was dodged leading Zet into a strike from the Alpha. Taking the strike Zet could feel his body shake and skid against the forest floor. But he was still in charge of his momentum. Switching from defensive to offensive Zet charged at the beast going for the non-alpha werewolf it quickly swung at Zet's head trying to decapitate him, but Zet went under his swing and struck rapidly at the creature's throat collapsing it. The creature let out a mix of a gruff woof of surprise and whine of pain before it tried to clutch its throat trying to grab air.
That only left the last one the Alpha, oh and the one that it threw at Zet but from the look of things it was currently either dead or knocked out from how it wasn't moving. The two once again stared at each other the Alpha slowly moving away. In his mind Zet took up the ideas of letting it go or fighting it, but as it tried to turn and run Zet chose the fighting option. Rushing towards it Zet tackled the werewolf alpha to the ground, the creature swung out trying to fight back but Zet wouldn't let him. He pinned it to the ground and started to drain it, take its strength for his own. The creature howled out in pain trying to escape, in desperation it made a final move. Rearing it's head back it performed a headbutt knocking Zet back for a moment, a moment enough to free itself from the pin then kick Zet off of it. With it free it ran away its tail between its legs wanting to get far away from the monster as possible. Zet rubbing his bear head out of pain looked at the retreating form of the werewolf and shrugged. "Well can't get them all. Now then." Clapping his clawed hands together he looked back at the bodies of the rest of the werewolves, some turning smoke and disappearing. Rising his eyebrows a bit Zet shrugged simply again and got to work fusing flesh and bone to his body to repair.
By the time he had finished with the bodies of the werewolves, his form stood nearly as tall as some of the smaller trees around him, his legs taking a reverse join stature, fur covering his body head to toes, his torso was covered in the white bone of the werewolves protecting his body, along with using some of the excess fur he made a cloak of fur to grow out from him to cover his body, his head took on a humanoid look but having a flat mask of bone protect his face, two horns jutted out of the front of the mask taking on a demonic look. His hands were tipped in deadly retractable claws but still, his humanoid hands allowed for using of tools and gripping items. He stored whatever excess bones or any pieces of body in compact areas within his body if he needed it. With also the bone armor bark and leaves adorned randomly across his body, taking on still some of the merging he had with the terrain around him. A mix of the werewolves he had consumed and the parts of the forest he had added to his form. The form he currently had would be well enough to travel and hopefully scare off any other predators that would go after him, but now with a moment of rest Zet was able to lean against a tree and smile. His plan had worked, the gods were fooled and here he was in another realm. Things were too easy sometimes, of course, he would have to find a way back to Elysium and to Lucy but he would find a way he always did. One thought that made him chuckle and full-on laugh out loud was the faces of the gods seeing him broken free. Oh how he loved those looks of fear in their eyes, dashing away a tear of joy going down his face Zet looked up to the night sky enjoying the sparkles of stars, his thoughts wondering what life for those who live at those far distant stars are like. Then looking slightly to the right he noticed something he really have noticed first when looking at the night sky. Something so different he openly wondered. "Huh wonder what gods they pissed off here to shatter the moon like that."
There we go first part to a story I might continue on right now I'm ping-ponging the idea of having this story carry out a few years before the start of the Series, to a thousand years before or somewhere near the start. But yeah please some nice reviews and criticism are appreciated. As for any case of overly bad writing or strange formating blame my brain dude just does not like correct sentence structure or wording.